Phantasm:Treats part 3 (last) and First time for Everything…

“Quit whining,” Seth chuckled darkly, the hint of sex in the husky voice amplified by Curtis’s lack of vision. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

The words nearly pushed Curtis over the edge. He felt like a wanton little thing, waiting for penetration. He wiggled his ass, hoping Seth would move a little faster.

The feel of Seth’s blunt cock pressing against his pucker was a little intimidating– it had been so long since they’d last tried this–and when Seth finally popped his flared head past the ring of muscles, Curtis went still. He wanted to memorize the sensation, wanted to file it away for a lonely night if Seth ever went on the road again. Seth waited for half a minute, licking and sucking skin into his mouth, leaving dark marks across Curtis’s back as he waited for his husband to relax.

Curtis pushed back to take a little more. He was still tense, still burning, but he wanted to feel Seth move. He needed to feel Seth move.

Seth got the message, sliding his hands up along Curtis’s shoulders as he slowly, deliberately pushed the rest of the way inside. He held himself there for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and pulled back with the same purposeful movement.

Curtis couldn’t help it. He began to grunt his pleasure with every gentle thrust. It felt amazing to have his lover buried inside him, but he needed more. Seth kept at his smooth pace for a few minutes before his hands slid down to Curtis’s hips and gripped hard. The slight discomfort Seth’s hands caused him was the only warning Curtis had of what was to come.

He managed one deep breath before Seth changed character again. One moment, he was his typical gentle self, soft enough to ease Curtis into pleasure; the next moment, he became the aggressor, the attacker. He began to pound into Curtis, hard and deep. Seth was strong, even if he was wiry, and he made the most of his muscle. Curtis felt dominated. Owned. Controlled. It felt raw. It felt spectacular. It wasn’t long until he lost track of the rest of the world and just lived for the sensation of Seth driving roughly into him.

Seth pulled back until the tip skimmed over Curtis’s prostate. He stayed shallow, driving the head of his cock over the bundle of nerves in a relentless rhythm of short, powerful strokes. Curtis could feel himself tighten like a rubber band, his entire body tensing for orgasm.

“Let go, Curtis.” Seth’s voice was husky and strained, but he still sounded like he was giving an order. Curtis lost it. He was gripping the seats so hard his hands hurt, and he tossed his head from side to side as the rush hit.

He was lost in his orgasm, roaring as he spurt white jets all over the dark gray carpet. It felt like hours before he finished, and Seth kept riding him hard until he finished. Strong hands held his hips up, even though the rest of him sprawled in a boneless puddle on the floor. When Curtis finally calmed down enough to realize Seth was still thrusting, he began to clench and release, milking Seth for all he was worth.

Seth slammed into him one last time and held them both still. Curtis could feel his cock pumping deep inside him, and when Seth pulled out, a little trickle of thick, viscous liquid followed. Curtis collapsed the rest of the way to the floor, thoroughly fucked and extremely satisfied. Seth landed on top of him with a giggle.

“Good treat?” he asked, licking the rim of Curtis’s ear.

“Damned good.” Curtis moaned. “Can I choose the trick now?”

“You wouldn’t have liked how that one went, but I sure would have.” Seth snorted.